Great Bear Wilderness corruption

a smile.

the shadow recoiled as if the greeting were instead a lunge and a snap, lips wrinkling and lifting to expose small sharp teeth. i've found you, the woman said, but the spirits had spoken nothing of her arrival. even now they were oddly silent. the shadow was reminded of the trespasser on ursus's mountain and, as she did then, steeled herself for conflict. the encounter felt too strange in its stark silence, unknown even to a creature well-versed in the unknown. the first reaction to such would always be violence.